Note
(rest day)
Today was officially designated as an "all cake" and "no exercise" day or, as some might put it, another notch in the overall downhill slide (although that is entirely dependent upon how long I last). Yes, it is Birthday Day.
I had to entertain my sister and husband, elderly mother and her even more elderly boyfriend (nevermind about any friends of mine) inside my tiny 2.8 meter width flat. The cheesecake (made last week and frozen) was consumed.
I have had a number of memorable birthdays - many of which (2003, 2007, 2009) seem to be in the middle of a major bushfire or other disaster and any sort of celebration is out the question.
My most memorable birthday was not on my birthday at all. When I was a school teacher, my supervisor walked into the staffroom with a HUGE cake, with a model girl in a kayak on top. 125 staff started singing and the cake landed in front on me. Unfortunately it wasn't my birthday (several weeks out) but I had to pretend. Anyway, all the students outside were asking "whose birthday is it" ? The next day, every class had a cake for me - "we've made you a cake" they explained - I had 9 classes that day. I love cake - but - even for me, 9 pieces of cake in one day was too much (but I had to eat it all, because each class had made a cake especially). I was nearly sick. My actual birthday went by unnoticed several weeks later.
I share my birthdate with John Travolta and Paris Hilton's birthday was yesterday. I am sure you can see the resemblance.